Monday, March 8, 2010

Dear Muaz,

I miss being around you.

I wish i didn't have to grow up and look for jobs and get my masters and learn to live the single life the hard way. I can't seem to master being a grown up. It feels like jumping into quicksand and learning that struggling will only kill you faster when you're already nose deep.

So I'm starting to stop struggling, and move each limb with the force of a whisper.

I'm already waking up each and every day with the thought that this day, I shall live. Today, I shall survive. And each day combined is a week, each week combined is a month and pretty soon, it's next year. Pray for me.

Till later.

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